Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 871

Chapter 871: Tomorrow Then

"Alpha Supreme, we just received a message from your brother, Elijah," one of Angus’s men announced, stepping into the meeting room.

Ziva, who had been bored in the corner, using her magic to oscillate a small knife, quickly perked up. Her father and his men had been having one of those meetings where they didn’t need her opinion—unless she forced her way in.

When her father’s beta made a move to take the letter from the wolf who had brought the news, Ziva crossed the distance and snatched it first.

The beta snarled at the blatant disrespect.

But Ziva snapped, "It could have been spelled."

Jericho hissed, clearly annoyed. "And how would they do that? They don’t even have witches."

"You can never be too careful," Ziva shot back with the same attitude.

Jericho turned to Angus with a look that said everything he felt about his daughter.

But Angus simply closed his eyes and gave a small nod, silently telling him to let her be.

Ziva didn’t care about the beta’s feelings. She tore the letter from the envelope, making a show of running her magic over it, checking for any hidden traps.

There was none.

Then she held the letter out to Jericho. But her hand remained suspended in the air because the man didn’t take it. He simply stared her down, the tension between them thick, and ready to snap.

The other wolves in the room noticed it immediately.

"Jericho?" James called cautiously, sensing where this was heading.

Oh. Ziva saw it now. The beta’s ego had taken a hit.

Of course, she understood all that hierarchy nonsense between wolves. Jericho believed that as second-in-command, he could throw his weight around and that she was expected to bow to him.

But he was forgetting something. She was Angus’s daughter — and a wolf. Even if her witch side was stronger, her blood still placed her above him. And until that was made clear, he would keep treating her like some child.

So Ziva straightened instead, lifting her chin slightly, her gaze locking with his in silent challenge. If he wanted to, they could settle it now.

"Ziva." Angus’s controlled voice cut through the room, edged with the warning of a father who was close to reaching his limit.

Ziva let out a breath, schooling her expression into something that resembled restraint. Then she extended the letter toward Jericho once more, this time with a polite smile that did not quite reach her eyes.

"There," she said. "All yours."

Jericho didn’t take it immediately, glaring hard at her. The faint glow in his eyes showed the war raging within him, man and wolf clashing for control, both equally insulted, equally unwilling to back down.

The room seemed to tighten around them, every wolf present aware that one wrong move would tip this into something worse. Finally, Jericho snatched the letter.

Except Ziva had not let go completely, holding on for the briefest second, but that was enough to do the damage. The paper tore cleanly down the middle.

"Oops." She lifted a hand to her mouth, pretending to be shocked. "You should have been careful."

There was not a trace of sincerity in her voice.

That was it.

A dangerous growl tore from Jericho’s chest, low and feral, vibrating through the room before erupting into something violent.

"Jericho!" voices called out in alarm.

Too late.

His beast surged forward, overwhelming whatever control he had left as he lunged at Ziva, claws extending, and eyes blazing yellow with unrestrained fury.

Ziva didn’t flinch, lifting two fingers and Jericho’s body slammed hard into the wall, the impact cracking against stone with a force that rattled the room.

She had expected that move would be enough. After all, Ziva’s intention was to show her father exactly how weak his beta was — and he should prioritize her.

But Jericho didn’t stay down.

A harsh breath left him as he pushed himself upright, shaking off the hit like it was nothing more than an inconvenience. His eyes were no longer human and burned with murderous intent as they locked on her.

Fuck. Ziva panicked a little.

Quickly, she raised her hand again, calling on more power. The air tightened and pressure crashed down onto Jericho like an invisible weight, forcing him back, trying to pin him where he stood.

"Ziva."

Angus warned her to back down.

But she couldn’t answer. Not when Jericho was pushing against her magic, his body trembling under the force, muscles straining, teeth bared as he fought to move.

She had to hold him and couldn’t afford to get distracted.

"Ziva!"

"That is enough, Jericho!" 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

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